When we were finally clear of the traffic congestion at Las Vegas' McLaren Airport and Tropicana Blvd., I turned on I-15 and headed west toward Los Angeles. A few miles later I turned on highway 160. As soon as we turned off the Interstate Lynn, exhausted from the trip and the nearly sleepless previous 24 hours, curled up in the passenger seat of the compact...
It was midnight, and the dark ocean was calm. In the shallows of the coral reef, only one thing moved. Legs pumped as a triangular fin cut through the water. Lonely amidst the rainbow colors of coral, the projection pointed to a massive dark shape resting just beyond the lifeless reef. Cutting through the waves, the fin swam up to the side of the shape as q...
We had just left a volunteers meeting at the church. Our Summer Carnivale - the biggest fundraiser of the year - began the following Friday and Father Ed was rallying the volunteers and handing out assignments. For the third straight year, Dina and I would be assigned to the evening shifts at the dunk tank. It was no surprise. Dina has a great figure and a f...
This is loosely based on fact. I did have a selfish lover, 6 years older than me, for 2 years. The list was real, she read it as I pleasured her, as I did on numerous occasions. The one way oral traffic was real, some of the scenarios were also vaguely real; we didn't stay together and on a couple of occasions she came round, used my face and left. She wasn'...
It would be helpful if you read "From Barbara to Barbie" before reading this story. Also, if you don't like stories where the characters are developed sufficiently to understand their attitudes and behavior, then this story probably isn't for you. If you do appreciate stories that are, hopefully, both thoughtful and erotic, enjoy the read. Chapter 1 As th...
Chapter 1 (how we met) Ella was a gorgeous, petite girl of mixed race with long, black straight hair that always looked amazing and sexy as can be, as she did in all ways. Her Mother was black and her father, now gone, was a white man. Her hair roots showed a bit of the black in her, but as a mulatto she had amazing skin color, gorgeous black, penetrating e...
He'd repeatedly heard that Spring skiing was superior to skiing during the middle of winter. However, until this past year, he had never experienced the difference for himself. As he and his wife drove up to the mountains from the airport in their rental car, they passed numerous SUVs with Texas plates filled with coeds on Spring Break. Although they were no...
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in bringing out this chapter. It's longer than usual. Any editing error's are my fault. * Sandy's Bar, Kebbi Creek July 11, 2002, Friday, 19:37 Thick fumes of nicotine assailed Caesar's nostrils as he walked through the beaded curtain into the dimly lit bar room. His eyes automatically scanned the people present. Most o...
Note from the author: Hi again everyone! Thank you for keeping up with my longer stories of late. Here is something a little more straightforward and circumspect. Yes, it is still quite corny... and it has my very favorite card game in it. I hope you all have an enjoyable and exciting read! * 1. Too much, the magic bus "And a good morning to you!" "Good...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. First of all, I wish to thank those who encourage me to keep on writing. No matter how modest one claims to be, it is always gratifying to read such praise. Second, because I don't want to revisit a theme when I write, this is probably the last story where I will be able to draw upon personal experience or memories t...